I can count the months
left of my childhood
on one hand.
It's too odd
to be able to ask friends,
"So what are you doing with your life?"
and it be a serious question.
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
How do I know which path
is the right one?
I wish I could separate out
the me who makes the right choices.
They would comfort me,
and tell me just what to do.
But that would be too easy.
